A/N: Okay, so I had a problem with waiting for this to be published.
I know it isn't long (yet) so this chapter, I'd like to call a prologue. (Not that prologues can't be long... o.O')
WARNING(s): Spanking, later on.
Please enjoy. :)
How did this happen?
... Was the thought that rang through the boy-who-lived's head as he walked down the corridors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, heading for Gryffindor's quarters.
He arrived at the portrait of the fat lady and opened his mouth to almost angrily shout out the password, but was stopped by a snickering voice.
"So, finally I get to see the great Potter on the edge to insanity," sounded a sneer from the young Draco Malfoy.
Someone spends to much time with the greasy git Snape, Harry thought as he tried to ignore the blond hair almost glowing in the darkness of the hallway.
"Just leave me alone, Malfoy," he sneered right back, beginning to move away from the portrait.
"Don't tell me what to- hey! Where are you going?" Malfoy almost shouted, being interrupted by Harry moving farther away form him.
"Trying to avoid you. It's bad enough that I have to watch your slimy face everyday, but if you follow me into the common room, I might just punch your pretty face," Harry said as he turned around a corner.
"I've had enough of this, Potter! Right here, right now," Malfoy said rolling up his sleeves.
"You got it, Malfoy!" And the next moment the two boys were fighting, as if they've been waiting for this in a long time!
"ENOUGH!" A cold voice shot through the air, and they froze. Professor Snape towered over them, glaring at them. "Kindly explain to me, what you're doing out in the hallway this late, Potter." Snape weren't looking at Malfoy anymore.
"That's none of your business, Snake!" Harry yelled and stood up turning to leave, heading back to the portrait, but Snape's voice rang through his ears.
"Ten points from Gryffindor!"
Harry smirked as he turned around giving his best mocking stance.
"Now, explain to me, what happened out here?" Snape was sounding irritated, watching the oh-so-great Potter smirking.
"Why don't you ask the little slime-ball sitting right in front of you?!" Harry sent a glare down at Malfoy.
Snape stared shocked at Harry, "I think I weren't making myself clear, but since you insist on letting your classmates down, 25 points from Gryffindor!" He smirked at Harry when his stance disappeared and his shoulder hang in shock.
"You can't do that!" He yelled.
"And why, Mr. Potter, can't I?" Snape asked his smirk disappearing. Harry's lips began trembling ever so lightly.
"Because... I got expelled."